The pigeons broke into flight. The same moment, there was the sound of bells near where I sat, as though the birds and the bells were the same.

Walking a street from the other direction is not the same path. The street sign may still read 'Chaucer', but it's a different trip. Traveling cross-country, even if you take the same route, is a very different experience driving east to west than west to east. I'm always surprised to discover that. And driving or walking, it's a different time of day or night, or a different season. The light shines differently. You see buildings from a different angle. Some things are revealed, some hidden. We think we'll show a friend this marvelous place we discovered, but it is never really the same, is it. Sand shifts beneath our feet.